Christmas Morning

Just when I had gotten used to the idea of spending Christmas morning alone with my parents for the first time ever . . I find out my sister and new brother-in-law will be there after all. The part of me that loves traditions and family and togetherness is very, very excited. But the part of me that thought I might get a “single sympathy” secret extra present or super-stuffed stocking on Christmas morning is not. But the togetherness part of me is much, MUCH bigger. Now if I can only convince the BIL to let her sleep with me on Christmas Eve . .